This week I am back in West Palm Beach, Florida, and two things seem to be on everybody’s mind - the Super Bowl and the Donald. I won’t be escaping either.
On the day of Trump’s inauguration I was in West Palm Beach in Florida and after watching his abrasive inaugural address on CNN, the channel which tells the truth and he loves to hate, I decided to go for a walk to clear my head.
As 2016 drew to a close I struggled to remain optimistic so let me start with some personal good stuff. I am alive and that was not a given at the beginning of the year. If the truth be known at times I thought I was running out of road.
The last couple of weeks have been dominated by family and friends, most particularly because I lost my mother on the 20th November.
Early Wednesday morning I switched off the TV, reckoning as I saw the initial reports coming in from Florida, that Hillary Clinton was going to be the 45th President of the United States. I fell asleep thinking of her preening sense of entitlement but safe in the knowledge that the boat wouldn’t be rocked.